When you sit in your chair like a creep for fifteen minutes staring into space o.o, yeah I got called out on that by my best friend. But, she does it too, so does it really matter that much? Ha, no :P. So, I was just going to write one chapter this week, and write another on the weekend. Except, I have nothing to do, and I couldn't avoid the computer for the rest of the week. I also took the CAHSEE for the first time today, I totally passed that. :P

It had been a few days since that incident in my cousin's kitchen, and I hadn't seen the boy. He had wiped my tear away, and walked out the door to the dark oblivion of the storm raging outside. My dad and Michael and gone outside and come back soaked to the bone, the water glistening like diamonds in their hair. They talked to the others for a little while longer as I sat – still in pain, mind you – for an hour on the old couch. I was disappointed with the lack of forward motion in the situation, it could have taken only fifteen minutes to clear everything up, but Dad just had to blow everything out of proportion.

They had eventually taken me to the hospital, but it had taken over an hour, and my hand was starting to turn so purple it was almost black. It turned out that it was a hairline fracture in one of my phalanges. Joy. On my writing hand too, that was a shame, I loved to write small stories about a character I had created when I was in middle school. His name is Adrian, the name means "dark one", and it seemed appropriate at the time because I was going through a phase of only wearing black. Because I was mourning my generation, whose stupidity occasionally astounds me. But only occasionally, it really takes a lot to surprise me now after going to school with the idiots I had been with since kindergarten.

As my family rushed me to the hospital at snail's pace, I thought more about the boy who I wanted to protect. He had brown eyes, flecks of sandy gold in them, lighter in the middle and going to darker to black around the edges. Evidently, I had stared at his eyes for way too long, I shouldn't have memorized how his eyes looked. I had a boyfriend, and I had promised him that I wouldn't abandon him no matter what. I would be back in three years for college anyway, so I wouldn't be away for too long, and I would visit during every break. Wouldn't I?

Anyway, I had ended up meeting what Jake called "the good doctor", Doctor Cullen. He really was the good doctor, he fixed me right up, gave me a brace to keep my fingers straight, and also gave me pain medication to get through the day. It would take a month to heal, and it had already been five days, I was off to a good start.

Seth P.O.V.

Jake had called me after I had gotten home, I guess they had taken my imprint to the hospital and one of her fingers had a hairline fracture. I felt terrible, it was almost like when Bella punched Jacob, but Jake's cousin seemed like she actually knew how to fight someone; whereas Bella…she didn't even know how to make a proper fist. I didn't feel bad for Bella, but for Josephine – whose name I learned over the phone – I felt a chasm of pain opening up. Not to be dramatic, but it was all I could compare what I felt to.

I didn't know how to approach her, I had been told that she had a boyfriend. She was so independent that she would take my imprint and pretend it didn't exist, because she didn't want to have no choice in love. Love? Gosh, what was I turning into? I just wanted to get to know her, at least. Maybe have dinner at least once, but if she didn't want me I wouldn't force myself on her. But, if she could try to love me, I would be all over that girl. No lie.

Suddenly I was whacked in the head with a pillow by my older sister. "Hey, Lee-Lee," I said, using her nickname from Sam, it was cruel, but effective.

"What did you call me?" She growled at me while lifting me up from my seat on the couch by my collar, the second time it had happened in a week, by the two people I had thought least likely do that to me.

"I said, Lee-Lee," she dropped me, and ran off to her room, my goal in the first place. I couldn't wait until she imprinted – although it may not happen, a dim prospect for the whole pack – Leah was making life miserable for everyone who was in love. Especially Sam, she couldn't stand to be around Emily, which hurt our cousin more than anyone could imagine. It wasn't anyone's fault, but Leah felt betrayed, and she had no one to blame but them. I felt terrible for calling her that, but it was all I could do to get her to leave me alone.

I stared at the phone, willing it to ring, just so I could hear more news about Josephine. God, that was such a beautiful name. Fitting for one as gorgeous as her, I wondered if she was thinking about me too.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. The thoughts kept coming, and snuck up on me at the weirdest times. While eating, in the shower, trying to sleep, especially when I had nothing else to think about. Even while I was unpacking! I couldn't get away from him, his eyes, or his kiss. I shouldn't be thinking about that though, I had boyfriend, and that was one thing that wasn't going to change soon.

It had to be the unchanging thing in my world of uncertainty. I looked around the new house, and stared into my brother's room that was down the hall. He sat on his bed and strummed his guitar, I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he searched for new song lyrics. So, I did what I had done for years, I went and plopped onto his bed seeking advice.

He looked up at me in surprise, raising his eyebrows. "Do you need something? Or is there no reason you're sitting on my bed staring at me?" I nodded. "Yes to which one, Josie, I'm confused."

"Yes to 'I need something.'" He waved his hand in the air, signaling for me to continue. I took a breath. "So, Ihaveaboyfriendbu-" He put his finger to my lips, and sighed.

"Calm down, Speedy Gonzales," He said. "You have a boyfriend, but?" He kept his hand on my mouth as I tried to speak. "A little slower this time, Jos." I nodded and took a deep breath.

"So, I like Dallas, he's my boyfriend and he's great. But," Mike raised his eyebrow at me, and I almost stopped then and there, but I needed my big brother's advice for this problem to go away. "I just can't get that guy from last night out of my head, even though I fractured his finger on his face." He laughed at that, and set his guitar down on the floor.

"Not to risk sounding like one of Mom's corny sayings, but, just listen to your heart and the answer will come to you eventually. Hopefully in a few days, or this problem isn't going away anytime soon." I looked at him, and sank into the reality that it would take me a while to solve my issues. I sighed mentally and went back to my new room. I looked around at my foreign surroundings, filled with my familiar time worn furniture and reflected back on my day of pain. But, mostly of unpacking my trinkets and two hundred and fifty books.

So, what did y'all think? I think it went pretty well, considering this is only my third chapter. Review, review, review! Or not, you know, whatever floats your boat.